The Lodge at Wakulla Springs
Yep. We went to the Springs and it was a laid-back, relaxed, fun day. For sure.
Vergil's papa is a sweet man and his wife is so funny and smart and she's not opposed to using the F-word when it's appropriate so you know I love her. They're the kind of people you feel real comfortable with. And I love seeing August with his other grandparents. You know, the more people you have to love your babies, the better off everyone is. Especially the babies, of course. And August has three sets of grandparents who adore and cherish him and he is one lucky little guy.
So we had lunch in the beautiful dining room. And showed August Old Joe in his glass case in the lobby of the lodge.
And of course we took the jungle boat cruise because you just have to.
We saw so many birds and so many turtles and so many alligators including baby alligators hanging out with their mama on a little island and Joe, Jr. who is as big as Big Joe but not dead and still growing. He likes to hang out on the bank directly across from the swimming area.
And let me just say- that is one big freaking alligator. Almost 12 feet in length.
We saw the back of a manatee, as well, which was fairly thrilling.
Ah, Wakulla Springs. Pumps out 400,000 gallons of water a minute and it's beautiful but they haven't been able to run the glass bottom boats for three years due to pollution. What used to be water as clear as gin has a green tint to it now and that water is coming directly from our aquifer which is what we drink, what we are so blessed to live on top of here in Florida.
Well. What are you going to do? Oh yeah. Not elect people like Donald Trump and Prick Scott to office for one thing.
Too late, cupcake.
Done is done and here we are. And we can't blame it entirely on those two. Naw. There have been legions of politicians who have been more than willing to sell the very lifeblood of this state to Big Ag and manufacturers and developers since the first white man cut his way through the palmettos and swamps with machetes and big plans.
I'm frankly amazed we have anything of natural beauty left.
After the boat ride we went to the snack bar and got ice cream treats and M, Vergil's papa, got me my heart's desire- a souvenir magnet featuring Johnny Weissmuller, my childhood first crush.
That's one of the movies which was filmed at Wakulla Springs back in the 40's. As was "Creature From the Black Lagoon."
And as anyone who has been reading here for any time at all knows, I still have a huge crush on Johnny Weissmuller and always will. My Ape-Man Hippie.
A good time. A day when I got asked if I wanted to do something and I said, "Yes."
I do occasionally have those days and I'm always glad I answered in the affirmative.
I got to spend time with people I really like and love. I got to hold and play with my grandson, eat a delicious lunch, and spend time on a beautiful river where it's so easy to gaze into the cypress trees bordering its banks and imagine a time when the only inhabitants were the indigenous people, the birds, the big cats, the deer, the gators, the fish, the manatee, the bear. A time when the water was so clear that you could see to the bottom of the spring head, to the very bones of the mastodons, the saber-toothed tiger, the armadillos as big as Volkswagens, who had lived there centuries before.
We waded in the water today and it felt like a blessing, a Baptism.
Even now and perhaps, always, whether humans are around to appreciate it or not.
I can only hope.